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Gyone (age 23): Of Roots Bound To part 1

    Thick forest overshadows the descending sunlight, only gleaming partially through the holes the green leaves fail to cover up. Gyone and Sullus walk through a dirt pathway cut of the thick trees surrounding them as they make their way to their old manor. The place in which Gyone was trained by Sullus.

“C’mon dad,” said Gyone, balancing his scythe, Gale over his right shoulder as they walk at a steady pace. “Are you sure this is necessary? I don’t think I need a brush-up.”

“Number one,” replied Sullus as he counted down on his fingers. “Your stance with Gale is sloppy at best. Number two: Mia locked the apartment with you on the other end and we never get to bond anymore. And number three-“ Sullus throws a punch.

Gyone flinches as the fist suddenly haults right on his nose.

“You’ve still got a lot to learn boy,” continued Sullus. He bursts into laughter as Gyone holds his head down in shame.

With a touch of comfort, Sullus rests a hand on Gyone’s right shoulder with a subtle grip.

“Hey. Cheer up boy,” said Sullus. “One or two rounds with your old man will get you back on your feet after that mess.”

Gyone spoke aloud after a moment of silence deafening the air, only accompanied by the wind.

“I almost had him dad..”

Sullus replies as he looks to Gyone releasing the hand and looking to an old, rusted gate coming up in but a few feet ahead. The top is embroidered with the word “Irensho” in an elegant font.

“You can’t win ‘em all, don’t worry about it.”

           They reside in the walled off backyard of a grey-bricked house with a dull red rooftop, missing several pieces over many years of wear and tear. Moss and vines seem to grow in their early stages over all of the property, masking naturally with the surrounding trees. Almost as if fabricated, the entire area seems to be fashioned as a fighting ring with a dirt circle in the middle of overgrowing grass. Gyone stands in the center, stretching his body every which way to ready for a good sparring. He takes off his plain white shirt and throws it to side with only a black pair of jeans and black, steel-toed boots; brandishing the scythe in only his right hand. Sullus sits on a rock at the opposite end and only looks to him for a moment before he spoke.

“Put it down, Gyone. We’re going bare-handed on this one!”

Gyone lays the scythe down to his side and looks at him with a smirk on his face.

“So we’re going classic here?” asked Gyone. “I thought I was here to learn how to use Gale.”

Sullus stands himself up, removing his dull green vest and cracking his knuckles on his large, worn hands. He chuckles to himself as he responds.

“Ah, in due time. But first I want to see if ya haven’t gone soft on me,” replied Sullus as he took a strong stance, both arms spread, elbows bent inward with palms open.

Gyone takes his stance; loose on the arms but firm and tight on the legs. A stance perfect for charging forward as he stretched himself back, right fist clenched.

“Hmph,” scoffed Gyone as he replied in a sarcastic fashion. “I should be asking you that question, old-timer.”

To this, Sullus scoffed, then replied as well.

“Forty-one is a fine age. Don’t believe me? Then shut up and show me what you’ve got,” he finished with a smile on his face.

Gyone takes the initiative and bolts forward, ready to throw a powerful punch as he closed in. Sullus’, body -in ready for seemingly any blow- stands in waiting.

+”No, Gyone. Again!”

Gyone (age 13): Keeping Up


    A young Gyone falls on his back as he yells in pain. His grey hair only barely misses his shoulders and his face is as smooth as a newborn. His plain white t-shirt is covered in moist dirt and dewy grass, as if this has been repeating time and time again. He looks to his dad, tears forming at the eyes as he rubbed his cheek.

“Oww,” moaned Gyone. “Do we really have to keep this going? It’s been over four hours..”

“You see that?” replied Sullus as he crossed his arms. “That’s exactly the kind of talk I want to stop. Kick it into high gear or else this world’s gonna eat you and spit you out.”

Gyone stood himself up and exhaled a breath of air, then replied.

“Dad, I get that. But can it wait until I can feel my arms?”

Sullus laughed a hardy laugh to himself, then shook his head side to side as he replied.

“At least you’ve got my mouth, boy.” He looked to him as he continued. “Unfortunate thing is I think we both know the answer to that one.”

Gyone sighed, then replied; taking his stance once again.

“Again?”

Sullus as well took his stance as answered with a simple approving nod. Without hesitation, Gyone charges at a speed rarely seen by anybody so young; graceful and unpredictable. Fists locked and ready to strike, this little one’s vicious for sure.

    He begins with a mad flurry of punches as he keeps up his pace, forcing Sullus to mimic his speed moving backwards. As he did, he deflects each incoming blow with relative ease. It seemed that Sullus did not have to move his hand at all for a few. Finally, after moments of continuous blows, Gyone brought himself to the point of exhaustion. With this draining of his power, Sullus reacted quickly and open-palmed struck him in the gut, putting him to the ground once more with a thud.

“Come on, boy,” scoffed Sullus. “That didn’t work the hundredth time, and it’s certainly not going to work the thousandth. Adapt, Gyone!”

Sullus weaved and motioned side to side, taking multiple poses both nimble and firm. He spoke as he changed.

“Move free and ready yourself for anything your opponent can throw at you. Don’t fight statically; observe the area and their motions. Move with the wind and fight with your mind, or else don’t even bother getting up.”
“But dad,” said Gyone as he sat himself up from the ground. “I’m only thirteen years old. You really expect me to be this great fighter?”

To this, Sullus laughed hard.

“Haaahahaha! Of course not, boy.”

He began to walk towards Gyone at a slow pace as he continued.

“But-“ said Sullus as he towered over Gyone and held out a hand. “To grow a mighty tree, we first need a mighty seed.”

    Without hesitation, Gyone grabbed his father’s hand and stood himself up; smile prominent on his face. This was short-lived unfortunately as Sullus sent another strike straight to his gut. He yelled out.

“Rule number one..”

+”Never let your guard down!”+

Gyone (age 18): Steady Pace


    Short-sleeved dress shirt with buttons undone and some slacks, Gyone strolls on his school campus alongside Jole who is dressed nearly identical, pitch black night overhead. Both shoot the breeze with casual small talk as they walked.

“Better be glad I showed up, Jole,” uttered Gyone. “I still don’t get why you dragged me along to the stupid dance.

Gyone stared out the passing windows of the towering building, observing the surrounding nothingness of the desert over the wall. Jole responded a moment later.

“Because, Gyone!”

“Because why?” replied Gyone.

“Well..” He paused for a moment and rested his arms behind his neck.

“Come on, out with it!” demanded Gyone.

“Alright, yikes!” replied Jole. “Well.. I heard “she’s” supposed to be here tonight.”

Gyone punched his shoulder lightly and replied.

“Asshole, I needed to study for Hybrid Biology tomorrow! I don’t even know what the hell a tiger and a raven’s genes make! Besides.. I’m awful with introductions.”

“Well I’ve got to memorize my vows for the guard. Big whoop,” retorted Jole.

Jole laid a hand on his shoulder as they approached the hall for the dance; thumping techno and bass beats rang through the door, accompanied by an energetic violin melody.

“Don’t worry man, you’ll have fun, crush or otherwise; trust me! And for the record-“ he stopped as he grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. “It’s a ravaprimus.”

    Then it was revealed; a large, square room exploding with energy as people dance the night away while others hung back into the sidelines. The music was now in full effect, ambient sounds clear, but  muffled from the door. Both walk through and survey the room looking for particular people. Gyone spoke to Jole, raising his voice to compete with the noise.

“Just who are you looking for anyway?” asked Gyone.

“Abbitha,” replied Jole.

“Seriously. Abbitha?!” replied Gyone, seeming shocked of the name.

“What?” asked Jole in a sarcastic tone. “You can’t tell me she isn’t cute.”

The two stop at the edge of the dance floor in the center, Gyone looking up at the priceless chandelier and Jole looking to the Anubian bouncer hidden in the corner; full beard that stretched down to his chest and a black tuxedo with a striped-black white tie. They continued their conversation, periodically looking back  to their items of interest.

“Hmm. Well you’ve got me there, Jole,” replied Gyone.

“’Course I do,” said Jole. “Once we find her, you might also get to see you-know-who.”

    Upon hearing this, Gyone instinctively fixes his messy long hair up to an acceptable level for what was before –to him, at least- a waste of time.

“Hey,” said Jole as he trained his stare to the bouncer. “Does that guy look.. odd to you?”

Gyone looked to the Anubian and shrugged as he replied.        

“He’s buff, so what? That’s how they’re supposed to be, Jole.”

“No,” said Jole. “You see that crazy forehead tattoo?”

“Yeah, and?” answered Gyone.

“And,” he continued. “It reminds me of something. Some kind of.. symbolism or something. I think-“

Hands reach from behind Jole and cover his eyes. To this, he jolted and instinctively yelled “Gah!”

    “Did I actually scare you babe?” said Abbitha, beautifully dressed for the evening in a silk white dress that came down to the base of her feet and her dark brown hair put up in a bun; her dark skin and dull, green eyes seem to fluster and glow in excitement.

Jole smirked and replied.

“Well of course not. Saw you comin’ a mile away.”

Abbitha took off her hands and turned him around, caressing his hands and staring into him seemingly. After a moment of blissful relief, Abbitha looks to Gyone.

“Why you’re the last person I’d expect around here, hotshot,” she said as she let go of Jole. “Thought you were too cool for dances.”

Gyone rubs the back of his neck as he replied.

“Well, y’know I-“ He was interrupted by Abbitha, in a matter as though a thought just sprang up and she didn’t want to forget.

“Oh right!” exclaimed Abbitha as she took a few steps back, revealing an orange-haired teenager with baby-blue eyes and a teal dress similar to Abbitha’s. “Gyone, this is Mia. Mia, Gyone,” she finished, presenting her.

    The two look at each other at first with nothing but an awkward wave of the hand, shyly exchanging a brief hello.

“H-hi,” said Gyone, noticeably awed.

“A pleasure,” said Mia, smiling with a distinct but subtle blush.

Abbitha and Jole observe their meeting with slight curiosity. After a moment, the two say their goodbyes.

“Well we’ll be off. You two make nice now,” said Abbitha as she took Jole by the hand and rushed to the dance floor.

Jole only smiled slightly, looking to Gyone and giving a thumbs up. Both –now alone in the midst of the flashing lights and pumping crowds- stand next to each other, sharing brief glimpses back from time to time; both seem to blush slightly.

“So,” Mia slurred. “Uhm. I’m sorry, I’m so bad at meeting new people.”

“Don’t worry, you’re fine,” replied Gyone, loosening up and facing her directly. “It’s not every day I get to meet such a.. well.. quite frankly, gorgeous girl so I’m a little tongue-tied, too.”

To this, Mia blushed and giggled slightly; as well relaxing a bit more and meeting his stare.

“Oh? Is that right?” she said coyly. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself, if I’m being completely honest.”

Gyone smiled and turned away for a second; it was clear they were growing on one another slowly. They go on to spend the better part of an hour just chatting away about their interests in life, their tendencies, for better or worse; and so on.

    The two sit themselves down at a table as the atmosphere winds down to a lull. Gyone slouched his arm over the back of his chair and Mia rests her head on her hand, supported by the table.

“You didn’t,” said Mia with a look of intrigue on her face.

“Swear to god,” replied Gyone, holding back a laugh.

“You’re such a dope!” exclaimed Mia, beginning to chuckle. “Why not just come and talk to me instead of staring at the back of my head during class?”

Gyone rubbed the back of his neck as he responded.

“I’m awful at small talk and never got the chance to confront you. It’s weird.”

“Hmm, is that so?” replied Mia, leaning in closer and catching her head on her hands.

“Well to be honest, I thought you were kinda cute. I was the same way, sadly.”

Gyone, as well, leaned in and continued.
“I wish I had known,” said Gyone coyly. “Probably would’ve given me that last push.”

“Maybe,” replied Mia with a smile on her face.

    After a moment of silence, a new song came up; a slow one of gentle pianos, delicate strings, and the voice of an angel humming in the background to the ups and downs of the progression. Mia –never taking her eyes off of him- stood up and beckoned to Gyone with a wave of her hand. Gyone got up and moved closer, reaching out. Mia spoke in a soft tone as she stared into his eyes.

“How well can you dance?” she said as a giggle escaped her.

Gyone took her hand and chuckled as well before responding.

“We’ll see.”

    The two make their way to the dance floor and seem to twirl around one another. Mia places her hand on his shoulders, gently grasping onto his wrinkled, black dress shirt. As well, Gyone gently grips onto her sides and leads them both into a steady rhythm of simple swaying and weaving from side to side. As the song goes on, both close in to one another until Mia nearly buries her face into Gyone’s chest; serene bliss without words, it was clear.

“Hey,” said Gyone softly.

Mia revealed her face and stared up at him as she replied with a simple “Hmm.”

“Do you feel something warm and comforting? It’s strange.”

“I think that’s what they call enjoying another person’s company, you dope,” replied Mia as she nuzzled her face into his chest completely, moving her arms and wrapping them around his sides. “Frankly, I could get used to it.”

    Gyone smiled as he came to a realization that this little crush of his could grow into something much more. What little time they’ve spent together has felt like the definition of heaven to him. Without a word, he parted her hair, prompting her to look up. As she did, he met her face with his own, becoming unable to hold this intense feeling back. He lays a kiss on her lips, eyes shut and sounds frozen around them. Mia is quick to accept this advance as she moves with him immediately; the start of something beautiful surely.

    They open their eyes to meet one another once again, this time with nothing seeming to hold them back. One kiss after the other seemed to take up minutes before they gave their lips and tongues a rest. Gyone looks over Mia’s shoulder to find Jole and Abbitha staring at the two as they danced as well. Both seemed excited with Jole giving an approving nod and thumbs up. Gyone shuts his eyes and continues to dance along, tightly holding her around her lower hips.

+”And that’s how I met her, dad. To think I almost didn’t go..”+  
Slave to the Shadows: Birth chapter 14
Sullus and Gyone spar at the Irensho manor. From there, take a glimpse into Gyone's upbringing.
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Senyo: Trifecta


    “Maybe so,” said Gyone as he began to pick himself up.

He soon realized that this movement sent a surge of pain through his chest as he stood up. Gyone clenched the middle of his chest as he continued.

“So –urg.. Are you gonna turn me in? Or perhaps you’re taking bets!”

“Oh my, no; good sir!” replied Senyo as he lit up a new cigarette. “You’re both quite incredible to witness in acti- hmm?”

Gyone held out a hand, motioning for a smoke and light. Senyo obliged his wishes and both stood in a calming quiet, inhaling and puffing their cigarettes. He broke the silence with a question.

“As much as I love this sort of bonding, I must ask.”

“Hmm?” muttered Gyone as he let out a trail of smoke to the air.

“Where’s the other one?” continued Senyo.

To this, Gyone looked to the passing traffic, then to the air where birds flew overhead. They looked like a cross between an eagle and a quail. From there, he continued with a slight chuckle.

“You know. That’s a good question. We ran into some trouble with the guard and.. well, you know where I ended up.”

Senyo immediately responded in a huff.

“Oh, this simply will not suffice! You two need to finish your duel.”

“Excuse you?” replied Gyone in a confused tone.

    “I think I was clear enough sir,” said Senyo. “You challenged him to fight the second you pulled your weapon. He accepted, now you two need to finish!”

Gyone busted into laughter, dropping the cigarette from his mouth.

“Holy shit, you’re really getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?” asked Gyone.

“Not just me, as you may have already noticed,” said Senyo with a smirk as he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. “For you see, work was terribly boring. This couldn't have come at a better time.”

As Gyone started to speak, Senyo held his finger out asking for silence. He continued.

“Yes, could you be a pal and send out a search party for the cloaked figure running amuck?.. Yes, that one.  Mhmm.. okay, bye.”

“Friends of yours?” asked Gyone, putting out the cigarette on the ground.

Senyo looked to Gyone as he responded with mischievous eyes.

+”Let’s just say I’m getting my fight.”+

Dimm: Trifecta

 
    We find Dimm sprinting through the backlots of the east wing as he continues to avoid a pack of guards gunning for him. While he trains his sight back and forth, both front and behind him; he speaks to himself in a disgruntled whisper.

“Goddammit. This has gone south real fast hasn’t it? Now how am I gonna complete my recon?!”

He hears the sound of hasty charging, of many, many people heading from his front. Dimm’s head rings with sudden thoughts.

“What is Anubian trash doing here?”

“I can’t wait to stomp this thing into the dirt!”


The thoughts seem to reflect each other as each passing one drills its way into Dimm’s conscience. Finally, one seems to pass by that relieves some tension.

“Good thing that kid gave us these passes man. This would’ve had to get bloody otherwise.. hey. Those guys must be the trouble! Hold on, Dimm!”

    He ducks into a nearby trash dumpster, keeping the lid only sparsely open to scout the happenings. Finally they arrived like a pack of hungry wolves. At the most, there were ten guards; led by what seemed to be the captain. He began to scream out.

“Okay men, there’s no way he could’ve passed us by here. Turn this place over each way you can and stomp this fucking cockroach!”

They begin to trash what was already a heap of disarray and garbage, searching frantically for the runaway Dimm. As they rummage, his head begins to fill yet again with thoughts of the guards. Suddenly, one in particular seems to ring through Dimm’s ear.

“Son of a bitch. Anubians getting into the city.. The new council better up the security or else I’m out!”

Dimm’s fear soon turned to a sense of accomplishment, smirk enveloping on his face.  One guard comes dangerously close to the dumpster. He readies to open the bin, pistol locked and ready to shoot. Dimm holds his breath and readies himself for the inevitable reveal when suddenly something grabs the guard’s attention from across the alleyway. Lo and behold, Boren –dressed similar with the same tan cloak- peeks from the corner and finds himself to be the new target.

“Hey boss! I’ve got visual on the target!” shouts the guard, turning his attention; pistol and all.

All guards turned to begin their charge.

“There he is. Get ‘em boys!” Shouted the guard captain as all charged down the alley.

As they pass Dimm peaks from the bin to see the commotion. With this, there is a slight moment of shared eye contact between the two; an implied apology really. Boren looks to the other Anubian and hastily conveys a sort of plan.

“Alright man, here’s the plan!..” shouted Boren with an abrupt pause at the end, looking to a window near their place of hiding.

He shoved him in their opposite direction as he shouted.

“..Run!”

    As he finished, Boren dive bombs into a window of the shanty residential complex, shattering the glass with his mass. The Anubian –left clueless and exposed- breaks into a sprint. The guards spot the runaway further down the alley and begin to charge, clueless to Boren’s rather exposed getaway. They shout their own sort of rally cry.

“Get that bastard!”

“He’s mine now!” shouts one as he fires some moot shots from his pistol.

“Yeah, you better run freak!”

Each barrel down the narrow space in a cluster, captain leading in front. With this convenient distraction in motion, Dimm exits from the bin and wipes himself off of garbage. His smug expression said it all; his mission was well on its way to completion. He thinks to himself.

“Thanks, Boren. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow..”

Suddenly, a distorted figure sweeps in front of Dimm, but is gone within a mere moment. The moving of air was prominent all around him, but not a soul in sight. A swift, piercing strike to the back of the neck is felt, but not for long. Dimm’s consciousness fails him and he falls to the ground. The figures decloak themselves to reveal. They wear jet black armor with a full face gas mask and goggles. They speak amongst themselves, words slightly murmured through the masks.

+”An Anubian, huh? And just what the hell is Senyo going to do with one of these?”+


Gyone, Senyo, Dimm: Trifecta


    “Hmm? Looks like he’s finally waking up,” said Gyone to Senyo as Dimm awakes in front of the Genshika Inc. building. He awoke with an immediate jump up to his feet, glaring at the two with fury in his eyes. He realizes what crowd was brought forth around them in a giant circle. Guards standing away, at the ready to fire, but for some reason only seem to want to keep the two in the ring. Senyo looks to the crowd as well and mutters to himself.

“My my, what a turnout.” He turns to Gyone and continues. “I hope this won’t be a disappointment, putting all of this together for you guys.”

A snicker escapes his mouth. Gyone as well looks around and spots his father Sullus in front with a slight sense of pride in his eyes.. and next to him, Mia with a glare that seemed to echo the same words.

“What are you doing, you idiot?”

He rubs the back of his neck with an awkward grin as the two stare at each other. Mia scoffs, turns her head, and storms away into the seemingly endless crowd. Senyo beckons to Gyone with the wave of his hand and Gyone walks within earshot as Senyo whispered to him.

“I think it’s about time to take your place.”

To this Gyone only nods as he trains his stare towards Dimm, baffled and angry as he looked at the crowd for an escape.

“You there,” said Gyone to Dimm.

Dimm turns around, sword brandished, ready to fight. Gyone continued.

“Are you ready to settle this? There’s no going back now,” he said as he took the same sloppy stance as before, scythe as well brandished. “I don’t care why. I don’t care when you started your spying game either. You’re going down and that’s all that matters.”
Dimm chuckled a bit to this as he replied.

“Such a shame, Gyone. You really don’t have any idea. But fine,” he finished as he began to walk slowly closer towards his opponent, then soon breaking into a charge.

Gyone caught the blade within his two blades. Dimm continued.

“You want to die, that’s not a damn problem!”

    Again, the storm of blows awakened as the two threw all they had at one another. Gyone strafed the field –mostly countering and dodging- while Dimm went on the offensive, throwing punches every which way with his left hand and coming around with brutal slashes of sword with his right. The game was clear: Dimm was throwing off Gyone’s rhythm as Gyone waited for Dimm to tire himself out. No fear of breaking into the crowd; these two were neck and neck dead center in the makeshift ring of battle, and it seemed that it wouldn’t end till there was a cold and limp body on the ground.

“You can do it, Gyone!” shouted Sullus in encouragement. “Loosen your damn stance up!”

Finally a mistake is made as Gyone turns a slight mind to his father’s critique. Dimm breaks away from their clash and goes for the legs. It’s as if Gyone expected it. He jumps into a front flip over Dimm’s head. As this strike runs its course, it’s clear that Dimm expected this as he circles around and his left hand grasps onto Gyone’s right leg, not fully curled up yet. With force, he throws Gyone back down to earth. His back makes contact with a smashing boom and leaves an indented crack on the concrete courtyard ground. A roar of gasps, boos, and cheers alike could be heard from the crowd. Senyo, though still slightly amused, momentarily turns away from the massive blow with a hand covering his eyes. Dimm wastes no time and pins him to his position, holding his sword to Gyone’s neck. No immediate escape in sight, both stare each other down, Dimm feeling he has already triumphed over his enemy.

“Get up boy!” shouted Sullus, holding back the urge to run in. However, one look at the guards told him that this would be a suicide run.

“Now Gyone,” started Dimm as he leaned in closer, confident smirk prominent on his face. “You’ve been a challenging opponent to bring down, I’ll give you that.”

He presses the razor-sharp blade on Gyone’s throat as he continues.

“..But now it’s time to end this little show.”

    The crowd’s reaction turns to one of fear and terror as Dimm prepares himself for this public execution. Once complacent, the guards lift their weapons towards Dimm as one shouted.

“Hey! Nobody said anything about killing! Drop it, now!”

Gyone began to laugh to himself, then spoke.

“An Anubian, they call it? Well shit.. they don’t seem to like you very much, do they?”

He picked himself up with a fearlessness about him.

“Looks like I win by default..”

    Dimm was at a loss. After so much, he is met with a wall that could mean his own death. He sheathes his sword in a panic as he hastily looked around his area, head beginning to fill with the scattered thoughts of fear. He drops to his knees in tremendous pain, grunting and crying out in agony. Suddenly, Dimm is met with a glimpse into the future, showing some foul play about to transpire. In an instant, Dimm grabs behind him the handle of Gyone’s scythe, plunging straight into his right side. The two stare down like vicious animals, gunning for each other’s throats. Suddenly, a guard falls to the ground with a thud. Then another joined him as well as the rest in a domino effect of bodies. Senyo looks to the events unfolding with unnerve.

“What?” said Senyo to himself quietly. “This wasn’t a part of the plan..”

He steps forward, but is instantly met with the person he had called in the first place. Senyo scoffs a little as he begins to scold the masked figure.

“I pay good money for Alia’s recon team, and this is what I get..”

The man stands silent for a moment, then replies with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Genshika. We captured the target and brought him to you, like you said.”

“What is the meaning of ruining our little event here? Quite the time to pull a conscience out of yourself..”

The man turns away as he replies, slight chuckle escaping him.

“Not me, Mr. Genshika. My boy likes ‘em. So we let the Anubian live.”

Before Senyo can reply, the man vanished without a trace, leaving him with his fight crumbling at the seams.  

Both Gyone and Dimm stop their fight as the lack of guns being pointed in their area seem to be disappearing by the second. Suddenly, a thick, grey smoke begins to envelop the area. No words or a second thought are needed; Dimm takes advantage of the situation, lowering his blade and making a run in the opposite direction; a literal blind run to freedom.

“H-hey!” shouted Gyone, still shaken by looking death straight in the face. “We’re not done here.. You hear me?!”

Dimm stops himself briefly and retorts, turning his head slightly.

“Nobody dies today, asshole..”

With that, he immediately continues his sprint.

    Through what seems like an unlikely escape, Dimm finds no opposition from guards despite his sprint through open streets and populated areas. He ducks into a crowd forming at the east wing gate, leading back to their convoy escape. This is when it dawned on him..

“Wait a minute..” thought Dimm. “Boren!”

Almost instantly, a finger tapped on his shoulder. Dimm flinched as he turned around, ready to punch as he threw his fist backwards. The punch connected with Boren’s cheek, sending his head spinning the other direction.

“Oh Boren! There you are,” said Dimm with a sense of relief and excitement. “And you too.. uhm. Guy.”

Boren groaned in pain, rubbing his cheek as he replied.

“Nice to see you too man, goddamn.”

To his side was the other Anubian, glaring at Boren with a hint of vengeance declared with his eyes. He asked the two, looking to the gate.

“So how fast do you think the word spreads around here?”

“Hopefully not too fast,” replied Dimm, looking to a building peaking from the other end. The young boy who had helped the three perches himself here, overseeing their leave. Both nod to one another from across the way and the three hastily make their way to the gate. A female guard and the same who had stood with Jole stand watch as the three walk through. Suddenly, they’re stopped by the woman with blonde hair put back into a pony tail, her bangs flowing to the side from the loose hair left alone. She glares at the three with her blue-green eyes.  

“Hold it just one minute, fellas!” said Kathra with demanding authority.

The three turn around, dreaded thought of being found out prominent in their minds. Facing the music, they turn around and ready to fight.

“Your passes, please,” asked Kathra, holding out her hand.

As if in unison, the three pull their passes and quickly showcase it, almost touching her face.

“Hmm,” said Kathra as she scanned the passes, seeming to take an eternity.

“Alright guys; you’re good to go. Hope to see you aga-“

They break into a sprint for the main gate as they pass the checkpoint, only replying prematurely with a hasty “thank you, bye!” Kathra looks to her partner with a smile on her face and begins to speak.

“You see? This stuff isn’t so hard,” she begins as her radio begins to go off.

“Uhhm..” replied the guard, looking at the three with confusion. I thin-“

Kathra interrupts him as she takes the call on the radio.

“Hold that thought, Brice. Yes boss?”

As she listens more and more, her face sinks. By this time, the three were out of sight indefinitely. She drops the radio as she screams, holding her pitch for many seconds.

”Goddammit!!”

    The boys talk amongst themselves as they drive away in their convoy as the afternoon sun sits in the center of the sky, at least feeling successful that they live to update.

“So. You think the General will catch wind of this?” asked Dimm, laying against the truck bed, exhausted.

“Catch wind of what?” replied Boren as he did the same across from him.

“Us. In the city, causing chaos? You might’ve heard,” said Dimm, chuckling to himself.

At this point, the other Anubian leaned back to give his input as he drove.

“Don’t worry boys. There’s no way Gore will know anytime soon, trust me.”

Both seemed to relax a little bit as their outing came to a close.

+”It’s Raash, by the way. Thanks for asking.”+
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When the time has come to sink your teeth
Into a bird, basted and smoked.
That's when all seem to turn their heads
From causes of preservation.
Not my cause.
Not my problem.
Not my place to say.
But you should at least stay consistent
When looks are everything.

When momma cooks that special dinner
Potatoes mashed and gravy flowing.
That's when all seem to turn their anger
To slumber, then plastic smiles.
Time is right.
Time is scarce.
Time seems right to say.
This bullshit here is strangely convenient
For tastes that you could kill for.

But damn, that meal is so damn powerful
Brings them down from miles away!
That's when all will focus to family
Even though fake, it may be.
Times of Exception
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